2 AM at the Golden Gate
In a big fat rented caddu
With California plates
Brian Ferry’s singing Avalon
Through the fog, to the lights beyond
Embarcadero down though the Haight
We were dropping Anchors in a mayorial campaign
I want to go and see the buffalo
And toast the seals, on the rocks below.
It’s good to be back, back in 415
Where the East Coast meets the Orient
The Dead is still alive
Panoramic point of view
I won’t be going anywhere, without you
Get up early for the modern day parade
Have breakfast down at Mary’s
I’m glad I didn’t shave.
Excuse me sister, oh! would that be wrong
Express-O- Bud, you’re on, we’re gone.
(Chorus)
It’s good to be back, back in 415
Where the Shoreline meets the audience
Bill Gram is still alive
Panoramic point of view
I won’t be going anywhere, without you
Got my Giant shirt to wear,
I won’t be going anywhere without you.
(bridge)
2 AM at the Golden Gate
In a big fat rented caddu
With California plates
Brian Ferry’s singing Avalon
Through the fog, to the lights beyond
It’s good to be back, back in 415
Where the East Coast meets the Orient
The Dead is still alive
Panoramic point of view
I won’t be going anywhere, without you
I got my Giants shirt to wear,
I won’t be going anywhere without you.
Please don’t leave me, don’t let me drink alone
It’s okay, I’ll set ’em up, I know my money’s gone
I got my ticket, my ticket out of town
Maybe I’ll sleep on the train or wherever I fall down
Runnin’ deep, I’m deep in the guts
Runnin’ deep, like a mountain is high
Runnin’ deep, yeah, cheated out of luck
I know I won’t get out alive
Sometimes I’ll black out, right holding my head up at the bar
Or I wake up (and) I got new tattoos and scars
I don’t eat much, I’m always on the road
I can’t keep in touch, I’m never home
Runnin’ deep, I’m deep in the guts
Runnin’ deep, like a mountain is high
Runnin’ deep, yeah, cheated out of luck
I know I won’t get out alive
I can’t remember all the things that I said
Can’t depend on memory
I’ll tell ’em lies right on my deathbed
I’m already almost dead
I got a tolerance I can’t control
All the saddest days, the detox, pressure and demands
I’m just cryin’ and shiverin’ in my skull
I’ll be here ’til closing, the bartender gets hell
Runnin’ deep, I’m deep in the guts
Runnin’ deep, like a mountain is high
Runnin’ deep, yeah, cheated out of luck
I know I won’t get out alive
I don’t know what you’re doing anymore
I can’t see what we’re proving anymore
Can’t remember what I was like
When I went out looking for the dream
I can’t hear what you’re saying anymore
I can’t tell what the game is anymore
Guess we’ll have to go to China
That’s where we’ll find out things like
The time to die, a time to live
No time outs left
Uncle Walter, baby!
That’s the way it is
I don’t feel like you’re feeling anymore
I don’t walk on the ceiling anymore
I’ll see you on that boat to China
That’s where we’ll find out things like this, anymore
(bridge)
I don’t know what went through me anymore
I can’t see what we’re proving anymore
I guess we’ll have to go to China
That’s where we’ll find out everything like this
It’s time to die, a time to live
You get no time outs at all
That’s the way it is
A time to die and a time to live
No time outs at all, yeah, baby
That’s the way it is
Gimme some
A time to die, a time to live
No time outs left
Walter Cronkite, that’s the way it is, everybody
A time to die, a time to live
No time outs left (woo, woo)
That’s the way it is…there you go
Woke up to kick a junkie off of my front porch
Called the police station, they don’t answer anymore
Walkin’ down the street, I’m fearful for my life
A little urban riot would keep the city bright tonight
It’s paranoia
It keeps me up all night
It’s paranoia
Makes me get up
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night
It’s paranoia
Afro leaders are outside and they’re bangin’ down the door
All the MOVE’s in prison, or in Albany, New York
A little education is what our people need
Got to burn the place down so you and I can read
It’s paranoia
It keeps me up all night
It’s paranoia
Makes me get up
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night
It’s paranoia
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night
(bridge)
Black unemployment is up to fifty-eight percent
Remember 1966? It ain’t over yet
A little education is what our people need
I’d hate to burn the place down so you and I can breathe
It’s paranoia
It keeps me up all night
It’s paranoia
Makes me get up
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night
It’s paranoia
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night, it’s paranoia
Be careful tonight, tonight is the night…night…night…night…night
I’m Beru and who are you?
I could never see what you see in me
You are you and we are too
We cannot believe that you believe in we
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
I’m Beru and you are you
I could never see what you see in me
But you are you
And two plus two is gay Peru
We cannot believe that you believe in we
We’re building castles in Kentucky
We’re buildin’ them in Spain
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
Everybody say
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon (I don’t mean maybe)
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
Upcha, upcha
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon (oh, ho)
Who’s kiddin’ who here? We’re movin’ to Hawaii
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
What it was ’cause what it looked like, Spike
We’re buildin’ castles in Kentucky
We’re buildin’ them in Spain
(Oh, ho!)
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon
(Oh, ho!)
We’re movin’ to Hawaii (oh, ho)
Spain, baby, Spain
Oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho…oh, ho
And you are you and we are Beru, how do you do
In Ecuador
We’re goin’ to South America soon
We’re buildin’ castles in Tijuana
We’re buildin’ them in Spain
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon, upcha, upcha
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon
(Oh, ho!)
We’re movin’ to Hawaii real soon
(Oh, ho!)
Now that the hungry lion roars (lion roars)
And the wolf he howls at the moon
While the heavy plowman snores
All the weary tasks have been done
Now the wasted brands do glow (brands do glow)
While the screech owl screeches out
What’s the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all…open wide (open wide)
And everyone that’s worth his sprite
In the churchway has to glide
Hand in hand with fairy grace
We will sing bless this place
Close your eyes, go to sleep, just close your eyes
It’s but a dream…it’s but a dream…but a dream…but a dream
All the fairies that do run (that do run)
Are the triple haggard’s team
From the presence of the sun
Following darkness like a dream
Not a frolic, not a mouse
Shall disturb the hallowed house (hallowed house)
I am set with room before
Sweep the dust behind my door
Hand in hand with fairy grace
We will sing bless this place
Close your eyes, go to sleep, just close your eyes
It’s but a dream…it’s but a dream…but a dream…but a dream
You sweet and idle fiend
No more yielding but a dream (get, oh)
To whom I reprehend
If you pardon we will mend
(bridge)
Hand in hand with fairy grace
We will sing bless this place
Close your eyes, go to sleep, just close your eyes
It’s but a dream…it’s but a dream…but a dream…but a dream
You don’t know where to go, you don’t know what to say
You’re missing the point, you’re only getting in my way
You don’t know where to go (yay, yay, yay!)
You don’t know what to wear
You smoke another joint, and you won’t be going anywhere
Where it’s hot, bwaah!
Where is the…
Where’s the real rock. So gimme some
Gimme some real rock ’n what
Real rock ’n whoop!
Real rock ’n what? Real rock
I’m drivin’ in the car, I listen to the radio
I’ll have another look at my girlfriend
And she looks like Marilyn Monroe
I’ll smoke a cigarette, have a cup of herbal tea
I cannot forget all the good times you had on me, como esta?
Where’s the real rock? So gimme some
You gimme some real rock ’n roll
Real rock ’n roll
Real rock ’n what? Real rock
All the castles made of sand, make me hear the surf music again
All the synthesizers dancin’ in a chorus line, what?
Watch the fat ladies, they foxtrot with their rhythm boxes
Just let me make my own mistakes this time
(bridge)
You don’t know where to go, you don’t know what to say
You’re missing the big point, you still get in my way
I’m drivin’ in the car, (ay, ay, ay…) I listen to the radio
You’re still going out with my girlfriend
And she stills look a lot like Marilyn (say what?)
Where is the…Where is the real rock?
You gimme some real rock ’n…so gimme some
You gimme some real rock ’n what
Real rock ’n what?
Real rock
Don’t you love the poor?
The way they hang their heads
They don’t want no more
Maybe sleep in your bed instead
of conditions of the working class in old Soho
While Engels dreamt of angels
before Lenin ran the show
In old Moscow
It’s Apocalypse Now!
Every time you turn your head
It’s right here and now,
Flying back the dead
Throwing babies out of the windows
In Chicago
While Engels dreamt of angels
before Lenin ran the show
In old Moscow
We’ll have a Dickens of a time if they raise the rent
In old Moscow
That must be what Engel’s meant
Not so long from now, not long ago
Well, he’s a rock ’n roll rodent and his cage is a mess
But he knows how to play, he knows how to dress
He’s got a black leather jacket and a white guitar
He’s the world’s only hamster who lived to be a star
Here comes Eddie
He’s a rock ’n roll rodent and he’s gonna go far
And you know where to hear him (on WMMR!)
Extreme unction
It’s the only way to go (extreme unction)
Is the function that only the truest know (extreme unction)
It’s the function when it’s time for me and you to go
Extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…
Father O’Malley in Boystown, U.S.A. (extreme unction)
Poor Mickey Rooney, He just (Whoop!) passed away (extreme unction)
But Father O’Malley gave him the ointment right away
Extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…
[Following verse spoken like a preacher doing a high-powered sermon]
Sho’ tell! You don’t wanna spin, do you?
I just prevent everything, make everything alright
Listen to your radio, radio, radio, rock ’n roll radio
Rock ’n roll, ya wanna hear some rock ’n roll
I can really start you something about radio
Rock ’n roll extreme unction, don’tcha know ?
Extreme unction
It’s the only way to go (extreme unction)
Is the function and the mackerel snappers know (extreme unction)
Carries the ocean when it’s time for me and yous to go
Extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…extreme unction…
(guitar solo)
[Following verse done to melody of Petticoat Junction theme]
Well, you know what it’s like
Well, I’m ridin’ on the train as it’s goin’ down the track to the Unction
(extreme unction)
Well, you know it’s a mighty fine case
I’m in line for spending time on the Unction (extreme unction)
As for Uncle Joe he’s a bear and kinda slow at the unction
(extreme unction)
(guitar solo)
(extreme unction)
Extreme unction, it’s the only way to go (happy new year!)
It’s the function and only we Catholics know (happy new year!)
It’s the function
’Cause Father Lon has told us so…ex-treme unc-tion!
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
I never want to end up being a homosexual
I never want to get beaten black and blue
I never want to hang around with a homosexual
I never want to get tied up or abused
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what (what?) to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
I never want to open up dollies for Christmas
I never want to find a dress under the tree
I never want to dance around the ball with a limp wrist
And have all the jockoes making fun of me (wheeee!)
(bridge)
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners (you’re welcome!)
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what (what?) to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
Boump, boump, boump, boump
Cruisin’ down Spruce Street
Looking for a friend got a friend to meet
How’d I get myself in this circumstance?
I can’t get my heart into something
Looking for romance
I wish I was a romantic I’d dance
It takes two to tango gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Two to tango gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Takes two to tango gonna dance all night
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango, gonna dance
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Two to tango gonna dance all night
Two to tango gonna dance
Gonna dance all night
Help me release the tension that’s collected inside of me
Help me find the place where I began
Help me lose the tethers that hold me to the shore
Forgive me for all my sins
I’m so shaken, deep inside of me
Yeah, I’m shaken, deep inside
Lord, I’m shaken to the very core of me
Yeah, I’m shaken, no place to hide
Woe, woe is me, I can’t stay
Woe, woe is me, I can’t stay
I won’t need to get started
Anymore
I won’t be broken hearted
Anymore
And I won’t look over my shoulder hanging out on the corner
And I won’t get any older
Anymore
I’m going up where the air is less self righteous
I’m going up where my mind is less confused
The exile’s almost over
I feel re-energized
Yeah, you know me, I got starlight in my eyes
I won’t be stuck in traffic
Anymore
I won’t hear all the static
Anymore
And I won’t plan retaliation
Suffer self-incrimination
And I won’t fight for my salvation
Anymore
I’m going up where the air is less self righteous
I’m going up where my mind is less confused
My exile’s almost over
I feel re-energized
Yeah, you know me, I got starlight in my eyes
Woe, woe is me, I can’t stay
Woe, woe is me, I can’t stay
(bridge)
I’m going up where the air is less self righteous
I’m going up where my mind is less confused
My exile’s almost over
I feel re-energized
Yeah, you know me, I got starlight in my eyes
I’m going up
Yeah, you know me, I got starlight in my eyes
Oh, hey Joe
What are you gonna do with that gun in your hand?
Oh, hey Joe
I say, where are you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Oh, now, the wishing well lady
Oh, I heard her messin’ round with another man
And I know the down-the-wishing-well lady
’Cause I heard her messin’ ’round with another man
Hey, Joe
I heard you shot your old lady down
Hey, Joe
I heard you shot your old lady down
I know I didn’t shoot her
I dropped her in a well and I watched her drown
I know I didn’t shoot her
I dropped her in a well and she went straight down
Hey, Joe
I heard you gotta go away
Oh, you know my little brother Joe
I hear you’re gonna go away
I got my fishin’ boots on and my 16 cent
And I’m gonna have to live in Bombay
Oh, I got my fishin’ boots on and my 16 cent
And I’m goin’ to Bombay
I went downtown, and I got my wife
Somewhere in the subway, I lost her life
Ain’t no union (union union), no security
Everybody know who, is takin’ care of me
Guardian Angels are keepin’ me safe
The concrete shelter and tyrannical waste
Play a little hopscotch
Play a little ball
Steal a can of spray paint
And write it on the wall (on the wall)
On the wall, go write it out on the wall
On the wall, go write it out on the wall
No help for the hopeless
No jobs for the unemployed
Got no favorite pastimes
Teach your children to destroy
(bridge)
Make a little timebomb, tie it up tight
Racial tension (tension tension) in the middle of the night
say who’s your neighbor? (who’s your neighbor)
Is he black or she white?
’Cause nobody knows who
Is out tonight, out tonight, out to night
Out tonight on the wall
Hoods they hang on the wall
Out tonight on the wall
Spray the IRA on the wall
Out on the wall
And the PLO on the wall
Out tonight on the wall
Spray the FDA on the wall
The hoods they go on the wall
On the wall
Hoods they go go go go go go on the wall
Hey, the hoods!
I woke up this morning, it was a quarter to ten
I laid back down and then I got up again around two
I had a big bowl of frosted flakes
I had a gigantic piece of chocolate cake
’Cause I’m a hungry dude
laid back down for the afternoon
I hope they call me for dinner soon
’Cause I’m a hungry dude and I’m tired, too
I like to eat meat, but it’s got to be lean
And cheese soufflés, I love string beans
Potatoes, potottoes and plenty of gravy, too
I love tomottoes, tomatoes won’t do
’Cause I’m a hungry dude and I’m tired, too
(bridge)
I drug myself up the stairs to bed
I was so tired I laid down my head
I’m so tired, I’m so tired
And I’m hungry for you
Hurt me for Jesus
Only He can
Only Jesus could know how we suffer
Hurt me Jesus
Do it for Yesu
Only he can show us as sinners
Wanna play Jesus, thinkin’ it’s easy
Only you got a quarter umbrella tear
You’re acting like the Nazis
You’re taking it easy
Tell people how that people ought to be
I used to be on rocks, I used to buy a doll to dance
So I could close my eyes at night and sleep
I’d flagellate myself and everybody else
But when I closed my eyes, I’d see Saint Pete
Help me wanton (help me wanton)
Do it for Jesus (Do it for Jesus)
Only Jesus could know how we suffer here
Help me two-time (help me two-time)
Do it for Yesu (Do it for Yesu)
Only Jesus shows us how to stand up clear
(guitar solo)
I went to the desert for forty days and nights
I didn’t see a thing at all that at times
I ran into some poor beggars
They kept me up all night
They showed me a thing or two in time
Help me wanton (help me wanton)
Do it for Jesus (do it for Jesus)
Only Jesus could know how we suffer here
Help me two-time (help me two-time)
Do it for Yesu (Do it for Yesu)
Only he’s can charm a path of state affairs
I need Jesus
Do it for Jesus
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn’t look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much
But it’s all I’m able to do
I went downstairs to the coffee shop
To pick up a middle aged waitress
I got her upstairs I was so upset
I couldn’t get myself undressed
I took ’em down and it came up
Little did I know
I had a little fun in the afternoon
And I made a little dough
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn’t look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much but
It’s all I’m able to do
(bridge)
Who’s got my job?
(I got your job)
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn’t look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got your job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much but
It’s all I’m able to do
(piano solo)
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
I got a job!
Does anyone out there need a job too?
I got caught up in the debris after Mardi Gras
I was accused for drinking booze at the Taj Mahal
A peg-legged one-eyed sailor tipped a cup, drip, drip, drip, drip.
With a yo, ho, ho, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps (fallin’, fallin’)
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps, steps, steps, steps, steps.
I think I’ll have a drink for every waking hour
I’ll make an Arc of Triumph off the Eiffel Tower
My friends wave, hey, bye, bye, thanks a lot (thank you very, very much)
My girlfriend Miss Whiskey is all I got
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps (fallin’, fallin’)
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps, steps, steps, steps, steps.
(guitar solo)
You know the government taxes the cigarettes and booze
The patriotic alcoholics, we build the schools
Fill up the planes and spray that Paraquat
My girlfriend Miss Whiskey is all I want
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps (fallin’, fallin’)
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps, steps, steps, steps, steps.
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps (fallin’, fallin’)
I got no shame, shame, falling down the steps, steps, steps, steps, steps.
They called Internal Revenue, oh no, oh no
They called Internal Revenue, oh no, oh no
They called Internal Revenue
They want to know a lot about me and you
They called Internal Revenue
I don’t know what I can do
We’ll have to sell the Chippendale real cheap (real cheap, cheap)
We’ll have to sell the beeyootiful things I wanted to keep (keep, keep)
I’m selling both my homes in the Bahamas
And my properties in Hong Kong
I’m calling up the auditor general
Something must be wrong
They called Internal Revenue oh no oh no
They called Internal Revenue oh no oh no
We got to call Internal Revenue
And stop the dirty stories about me and you
We got to call Internal Revenue
If it’s the only thing that we can do
(bridge)
Hope I get a refund
I’m a little bit short
You gotta send me the long form
I got a lot to report
You can keep the difference if any
I’ll pay it without fail
I’ll mail you back every single penny
I don’t want to go to jail
Call internal revenue, oh no, oh no
Call internal revenue, oh no, oh no
We’ve got to call Internal Revenue
And stop this silly nonsense about me and you
We’ve got to call Internal Revenue
If it’s the only thing that we can do
People laugh when I walk in a room
That’s alright with me (and turn)
I got no patience for intolerance. . .or insincerity
Or notoriety. . .or insuperiority
I wanna play a little music
I play it all night long
I play that music
nothing can go wrong
I can’t sign that autograph
That picture’s not really me
That’s a shoe salesman we found on TV
All our pictures are black and white
That’s all that we an afford
We needed the polaroids to cover the front door
I wanna play a little music
I play it all night long (play it all night)
I play that music
Nothing can go wrong
I wanna play a little music
I wanna play it all night long (play it all night)
I was told there’s a VA tonight
I came on with the rest of the band
This dance crew don’t wanna just sit all night
You people are beautiful as always
My baby left me for the man with the southern shoes
I never had to ask her why
The gals say Ida’s always cheatin’ on guys. . .
I wanna play a little music
I play it all night long (play it all night)
I play that music
Nothing can go wrong
I wanna play a little music
I wanna play it all night long (play it all night)
(bridge)
Well, I’m a little bitty teapot
Here’s my handle and spout
That’s where you tip me over
And this is where the tea comes out
People laugh when I walk in a room
That’s alright with me
I got no patience for intolerance. . .or insincerity
I wanna play a little music
I play it all night long (play it all night)
I play that music
Nothing can go wrong
I wanna play a little music
I wanna play it all night long (play it all night)
I wanna play a little music
I play it all night long (play it all night)
I play that music
Nothing can go wrong
Baby don’tcha know me?
Girls with slits and skirts that fit, naked
Queens of Queens in real tight jeans are hip
Won’t you queens make out with me in the bedroom?
Won’t you please make out with me in the bedroom?
In the dark…in the dark…in the dark
Closet queens they must be gay in my bedroom
They play rough and they are buffed in my bedroom
Won’t you please come hit me once in my bedroom?
Won’t you please come hit me once in my bedroom?
In the dark…you want Madonna?
(bridge)
Won’t you please make out with me in the bedroom, you say?
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Won’t you please make out with me in the bedroom, woo, now!
Little girls with big blonde curls surround us
Tiny butts with lots of guts, aroused
Won’t you please make out with me in the bedroom, you say?
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Won’t you please make out with me in the bathroom, woo!
In the dark
(In the dark) Just you and me in the park
(In the dark) Oh, we can make out in the park
(In the dark) I need your body in the dark
(In the dark) Whoop! Whoop!
I can’t remember when life wasn’t hard
Workin’ six years in the railroad yard
Workin’ hard every day if ya wanna get paid
(Didn’t seem like much)
Shovelin’ that coal into the hole
Ya stoke the fire to make the engine go
Workin’ hard every day if ya wanna get paid
(That’s right, that’s right)
My back is getting weary
My arms they get all tired
I wanna tell God that I’m alive
Rough ain’t it rough…rough ain’t it rough
(guitar solo)
When I came down stairs, both cars were gone
I was so damn mad, I ain’t cuttin’ the lawn
Who the hell do they think they are?
I mean by the poolside, I’m an old man
I don’t believe I can get some tan
(Workin’ hard every day if ya wanna get paid)
I’m a firm believer of the number four
My back is getting weary
My arms they get all tired
I wanna tell God that I’m alive
Rough ain’t it rough…rough ain’t it rough
Go ahead, girlfriend
Rough, ain’t it rough and it’s a dog’s life
(guitar solo/bridge)
I’m mean by the poolside, I’m an old man
I don’t believe I can tanned
(Workin’ hard every day if ya wanna get paid)
Pass me that number four, would you please
I mean, lunchtime comes, everybody knows
Pass me the phone, I’ll call Domino’s
(Workin’ hard every day if ya wanna get paid)
Hello, Domino’s?
My back is getting weary
My arms they get all tired
I wanna tell God that I’m alive
Rough ain’t it rough…rough ain’t it rough
I’m tellin’ you, girlfriend
Rough, ain’t it rough, man, it’s a dog’s life
Sometimes you’re gonna lose it
You’re gonna wonder where it’s at
I got a man put on the case
His name is Johnny Sacks (Johnny Sacks)
Say it once (Johnny Sacks)
(He’s a dick) Private detective…at large!
You walked in to the room
And you weren’t very far away
That day I smelled your perfume
I knew that you were okay
I looked behind the bar and I looked behind the stairs
And I ran in to your bedroom, I knew that you’d been there
Things aren’t always as they seem (Johnny Sacks)
Say it two times (Johnny Sacks Johnny Sacks)
(He’s a dick) Private detective…at large!
I sat down at the table, I thought I’d play some cards
I won a thousand dollars, it wasn’t very hard
I watched the clock, the time, continuing to win
Nobody changes lady luck, you win a straight in gin
Things aren’t always as they seem(Johnny Sacks)
Say it three times (Johnny Sacks Johnny Sacks Johnny Sacks)
(He’s a dick) Private detective…at large! Shall we?
(bridge)
(Johnny Sacks)
Say it five times (Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks)
(He’s a dick) Private detective…at large!
Buddy didn’t come home, said nothing much was wrong
I had the man, it’s in the past, smokin’ in your bubble bath
I don’t care much where you go
Hey, pack your bags and get your shit, out of my casino
Things aren’t always as they seem(Johnny Sacks)
Say it eight times (Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks, Sacks)
(He’s a dick) Private detective…at large!
(Johnny Sacks)
Johnny Sacks, private detective…at large!
(He’s a dick)
…(Johnny Sacks)
Things aren’t always as they seem, little baby (Johnny Sacks)
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
I am the king of England gentlemen
It’s something my people could not ignore
When I was young I was just a prince
A duke, my duchess and my innocence
I lost my crown and I lost my queen
Now it’s time for a new regime
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
God rest ye merry gentlemen
I am the king of England, sir!
(bridge)
I believe we should have more sense
I’ll have a little chatty with the president
I’m the king and I can do what I please
I won’t end up like the Japanese
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
God rest ye merry gentlemen
I am the king of England, sir
Four on the floor
I could use four more
Deuce and a quarter under the hood
She scratches so hard
But it feels so good
I don’t give a damn
I wanna get past, I push on the gas
I press my face into outer space
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
I’m a drivin’ fool
I’m ridin’ real cool
Dual exhaust and three manifolds
If I don’t get much, I won’t go home
I don’t need a plan
I’m lettin’ it all happen, just lookin’ at the curves
I live my life in a cosmic blur
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
Ridin’ out to scenic Corpus Christi, Texas
And I can’t find my way home
Ridin’ out to scenic Corpus Christi, Texas
And I can’t find my way home
When I wanna get loose
I just feed her some juice
No more speed, I’m almost there
Gotta get cooled down, gotta take care
I got the last one to pass
And here I go
I’m gonna drive straight through to Mexico
Down to Mexico
Where the winds are warm
Where my baby’s waiting with open arms
I got her pinned to the floor
And she screams for more
Deuce and a quarter under the hood
She’s scratchin’ so hard
But it feels so good
But I don’t give a damn
I wanna get past, I push on the gas
I press my face into outer space
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
6-18 double dual white lightning
Lightning child
I went home, my cat was dead
And my spider was like this
I called up the landlord just to talk about the rent I missed
I caught the E bus heading east
Into old AC, AC
To get the money for the rent, my spider, cat and me
I’m goin’ to Boardwalk and Park Place in Monopoly
I played baccarat with the Shah and his family
I passed Go, I took a chance on Community
I got locked up, went straight to jail
But you came for me
That ain’t easy, is it, babe?
(bridge)
Now my uncle, he was ran the numbers
But now he’s doin’ time
It was a shock to our morality
But there was no crime
We’ go home tonight and see the gambling advertisements on TV
It’s a rags-to-riches story, it’s strictly on MTV
And all the gangsters have moved east
To all the old places
And the pushers and the prostitutes
Have gained legitimacy
And when you go you will see their money
Took it off the walls, they said play with the team
When you’re back, don’t forget
The game is still Monopoly
And I ain’t laughin’ no more
All aboard!
Hey, where’s my money, honey?
’Cause I ain’t laughin’ no more
All aboard!
You go alone in Monopoly
All aboard…
You go below without sob, sob, sobbing
All aboard…
Everybody say woo, woo!
Let me hear you say…all aboard…
Moon River wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style someday
You dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you’re going I’m going with you
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow
My lover is my friend
I’m waiting ’round the bend
For Moon River and you
And you
And you
We danced all night, give or take a dance
Yeah, we danced all night, give or take a dance
Yeah, we danced all night
’Til the sun came up and the skies got bright
We danced all night give or take a dance
We drank all week, give or take a day
Yeah, we drank all week, give or take a day
Yeah, we drank all week
’Til we couldn’t stand and we could not speak
We drank all week, give or take a day
Now I still sing the song
That we danced to all night long
Yeah, I still sing that song
Now that you’re gone
And I know all the words
To the music that we heard
That we danced through the night ’til the dawn
Yeah, I still sing that song now that you’re gone
We danced all night, give or take a dance
Yeah, we danced all night, give or take a dance
Yeah, we danced all night
’Til the sun came up and the skies got bright
(and we could not stand and we could not speak)
Yeah, we danced all night give or take a dance
Yeah, I still sing the song
That we danced to all night long
Now I still sing that song now that you’re gone
Oh, I know all the words
To the music that we heard
That we danced through the night ’til the dawn
Yeah, I still sing that song now that you’re gone
Well, c’mon, baby, throw your lover’s eyes up
We’re all goin’ dancin’, gonna have some fun
Kick off your shoes and leave your troubles behind
We’ll all get naked, we’ll have a good time
Baby, I wanna swing, can you dig?
We’re havin’ a big ball at the orphanage
It don’t cost nothin’ to get in
I really don’t care, baby, where we’ve been
Just throw your partner across the floor
Say ’excuse me, sir, can I have some more?’
Baby, you can’t resist
When we do the Oliver Twist
Lean to the right, I wanna stay all night
And if you do it right, then you can stay all night
Step to the left, misjudge G clef
Separate, see what’s left
I could be your lover, babe
I could be your slave
And I’ll make love to you in every way
You could be in trouble
It’s a big charade
It’s a parade and I’ll lead the way
One more time to the honorary dance
One more time you gonna take that walk of shame
One more time
C’mon take ya a chance
C’mon, now, baby, ya gotta try
You wanna give it up before you die
One more time
See who starts, let’s cut the cards
Get bearing scars, woo! And that one’s large
Yeah, I got that one fightin’ off the sharks
I could be your lover, babe
I could be your slave
And I’ll make love to you in every way
You could be in trouble
It’s a big charade
It’s a parade and I’’ll lead the way
One more time to the honorary dance
One more time you gonna take that walk of shame
One more time, c’mon, baby, take a chance
C’mon, baby, ya gotta try
You’re gonna give it up before you die
One more time
C’mon, baby, treat me right
(guitar solo/bridge)
I could be your lover
I could be your slave
And I’ll make love to you in every way
You could be in trouble
It’s a big charade
It’s a parade and I’ll lead the way
One more time to the honorary dance
One more time you gonna take that walk of shame
One more time you owe yourself a chance
C’mon, now, baby, you gotta try
Ya gonna give it up before you die
I’ll leave it for you, well, you decide
One more time
You’re the only one who knows
You’re the only one who shows
I’m just wastin’ my time while you’re givin’ yours
I can’t help it even though I know you’re gone
I’ve been under pressure I won’t take no
You’re the only one who sees me like I really am
You got a whole lot of what I’ve been missin’
What I never had
You’re the only one who tells me what I’ve got to know
You’re always here when I need you
Never let me go…no, no, no
It ain’t the way it really was, I had doubts about it, yeah
Oh, for me, you’re the only one
Been with you around the head, take it down
(bridge)
You’re the only one who loves me like I want to be loved
I don’t need a letter, I can always guess
I give it up to you how I really feel
When you’re the only one who knows just how I really feel
I know we won’t take no, no, we won’t take no
No, we won’t take no, no, we won’t take no
Until I get you where I want you
Look at me, I’m dirty
Don’t touch me I’m diseased
The things I learned out on the streets
They make me feel unclean
I thought I was a cowboy
Hey, I was ridin’ high
I got caught with my bags full
Shot him right between the eyes
Now I miss my baby since I’ve been put away
I miss my baby
Out there, I just wanna see
Is anybody out there waiting for me?
Out there, I just wanna see
Is anybody out there waiting for me?
It seems I rolled a seven
Oh, my appointment’s eight
I spent my days in the pool hall
I hope I’m not too late
Out there, I just wanna see
Is anybody out there waiting for me
(what’s your name, what’s your name, what’s your name?)
Out there, I just wanna see
Is anybody out there waiting for me
(guitar solo/bridge)
I spend my life behind bars
An I never hesitate
I got caught between a rock, under a rock
And the hardest place
Now I miss my baby since I’ve been put away
I miss my baby
Out there, I just wanna see… Is anybody out there waiting for me?
(what’s your name, what’s your name, what’s your name?)
Out there, I just wanna see… Is anybody out there waiting for me?
(what’s your name, what’s your name, what’s your name?)
I can’t see my girl no more
I can’t see my girl (what’s your name, what’s your name,
what’s your name?)
I can’t see my girl no more
I can’t see my girl (what’s your name, what’s your name,
what’s your name?)
Out there, I just wanna see…is anybody out there waiting for me?
(what’s your name, what’s your name, what’s your name?)
Out there, I just wanna see…is anybody out there waiting for me?
(what’s your name, what’s your name, what’s your name?)
All the kids like you are good kids
This must seem like a long time ago
Doing the deeds, takin’ a stand
Standing up for things we couldn’t know, uh, ho
Send out the Papal SWAT Teams
Headlines in the New York Times
Send out the TV news crews
Got a nine o’clock deadline
Be on time…be on time
Show ’n tell at the Hilton Hotel
Nobody cares about the savoir-faire
Sound the guns and red armbands
Send the helicopters into the air
Send out the Papal SWAT Teams
Headlines in the New York Times
Send out the TV news crews
Got a nine o’clock deadline
Be on time…Be on time
Be on time…Be on time
(guitar solo)
Sign up now for the new crusade
So teach us how to bombs away!
High-tech media fishing games
Tell the bombardier it’s bombs away!
Bombs away!
Send out the Papal SWAT Teams
Headlines in the New York Times
Send out the TV news crews
Got a nine o’clock deadline
Be on time…Be on time…Be on time…Be on time
Be on time…Be on time…Be on time…Be on time
Time…time…time…time
I’m with you, a satin dress
So, success, under the moonlight
You and me, a symphony, by the pool
Dancing ’til dawn’s light
We…can…never be younger
Dance a waltz, it’s New Year’s Day
It’s on its way
Ha! And we never knew it
Alterations, making beds
Who else cares?
To marry the Redskins
Have dice at the debutante ball
We thought…we had it all
(guitar solo)
We could never be younger
We could see the have nots from our yachts
Who, remembering that night
And the kid no longer says who by the pool
Under the moonlight
’Cause we could never be younger
We could never be younger
We could never be younger
We could never be younger
We could never be younger
One never knows, does one?
No one doesn’t
To be or not tuba
Tell ’em they’re full of Sousa
Never too late
To deuce for truck
So soon, Sassoon, Sassoon, Vidal
Life is so short
It can never end, rend, rend, rend
So let us be lovers
Let’s pretend
Kids are rappin’ the teachers can’t relate
Sidewalk shops are closing, it’s dark…it’s late
The PTA was meeting behind Perry AA sheets
School does horrors for whole lost souls
Felix was on the street
Yes, Felix was on the street
The hoodlums come crashing in stripes and limousines
Padding to your parties…pimps, beauty queens
And they drive out to the prison to get something nice to eat
School does horrors for whole lost souls
Felix was on the street
Yes, Felix was on the street
(guitar solo)
The kids are killing each other on the streets
The prisons, they’re all over
They’re lining up for meat
And the pop into the prisons to get nice desserts to eat
School does horrors for whole lost souls
Felix was on the street
Yes, Felix was on the street
Kids are rappin’ the teachers can’t relate
Sidewalk shops are closing, it’s dark…it’s late
The PTA was meeting behind Perry AA sheets
School does horrors for whole lost souls
Felix was on the street
Yes, Felix was on the street
Healyism take one 1234,
Class is in B
Start on page 23, 24
Gene Upshaw I really want to be successful
Does everybody in there know that?
Clay Dalrymple ahahuh!
Healyism and Bobo Brazil
Shuck Sacksism
I’m not coming inner life
One time and you
Paranoia
I wasn’t thinking of you and all you’ve done for me
I wasn’t thinking of you (you) and the human tragedy
I was only thinking nasty things about myself
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never do
I wasn’t thinking of you
I wasn’t thinking of you (you)
In all your ecstasy
I wasn’t thinking of you (you)
And the sexuality
I found the stack of penthouse
You hid on the shelf
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never ever never do
I wasn’t thinking of you
Not you, ooooh
(bridge)
I wasn’t thinking of you
And all you meant to
I wasn’t thinking of you
And the universitality
I wasn’t thinking nasty things of you only myself
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never ever never do
I wasn’t thinking of you, not you, say oooh!
Summertime, summertime, sum, sum, summertime
Summertime, summertime, sum, sum, summertime
The pavement is hot, you’re gonna take to the air
You’re workin’ all summertime to get ahead
I go out to the boss ‘‘hey, Steve, you got my pay?’’
He says ‘‘I’m sorry, Bob, the band played a little too late’’
Sometimes I go out ‘‘hey, what are you gonna do?’’
Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Everybody says ‘‘hey, Bob, get a job’’
You want to ride around in your new daddy’s car?
I didn’t go to work
I couldn’t get my head out of bed
You drive around drunk, you make yourself dead
Sometimes I wonder ‘‘hey, what are you gonna do?’’
Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Yo!
(bridge)
I’m takin’ my vacation at the United Nations
I’ll have a microscopic look at the world situation
I’ll sit around with Senators and go over all their notes
If you’re dumb enough to register, you’re smart enough to vote
Sometimes I wonder ‘‘hey, what are you gonna do?’’
Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
When you drive my car
Try to remember, baby, where you park
And when you go downtown
You don’t throw my tapes around
And when I check inside
I don’t want trash up to my eyes
I can’t see my baby anymore
Swing out…playing all night, sleeping all day
Swing out…take it out all the way
And when you use my place, hey
Take out the clothes from the other men you did
I gotta check my stash
Just leave me a hunk of hash
I gotta check my beer
I can’t believe there’s no beer in here!
I can’t see my baby anymore
Swing out…playing all night, sleeping all day
Swing out…take it out all the way (what you talkin’ ’bout?)
Swing out…playing all night, sleeping all day
Swing out…take it out all the way
[Next verse spoken]
Yeah, I’m out there workin’ and somebody’s having a party in my house
You gotta get out!
(guitar solo)
And when you use my crib,
You take out the clothes from the other men you did
And when I check inside
I don’t want trash up to my eyes
I want a load of beer
I can’t believe there’s no beer in here!
I can’t see my baby anymore, c’mon!
Swing out…playing all night, sleeping all day
Swing out…take it out all the way
Swing out…playing all night, sleeping all day
Swing out…take it out all the way
Take it out all the way
Take it out all the way
Take it out all the way
Get out! Yeah!
Trying times, the city is poison
Don’t you go out there, there’s no air
The highways are a drunken disaster
Playin’ bumper cars in their Frigidaires
Ride the bus and you’ll ruin your clothing
The trolley car system, no, we’ll fly you right
You take the train into the sunset
You’re always moving into the night
Reachin’ out across the country
Aboard in Philadelph-eye-ay
Ridin’ high across the nation
Getting’ off at Californi-eye-ay
Trains are cool…trains are cool
Trains are cool…trains are cool
I wanna live in the alp of luxury
Never take my hands off the dial
I want to be in a beautiful picture
I want to ride in the white man’s style
Reachin’ out across the country
Aboard in Philadelph-eye-ay
Ridin’ high across the nation
Gettin’ off in Californ-eye-ay
Trains are cool…trains are cool
Trains are cool…trains are cool, woo, woo!
(bridge)
Trains are cool…trains are cool
Trains are cool…trains are cool
Reachin’ out across the country
Aboard in Philadelph-eye-ay
Ridin’ high across the nation
Gettin’ off in Californ-eye-ay (trains are cool)
Reachin’ out across the country (trains are cool)
Aboard in Philadelph-eye-ay (trains are cool)
Ridin’ high across the nation (trains are cool)
Gettin’ off in Californ-eye-ay
Woo-woo!
I wake up every morning I go to sleep each night
They call me no smiles since the warmonger Texans
Are still tryin’ to ruin my life
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
And all the king’s idiot sons and all their glorious battles
They do nothin’ with their guns
They just keep looking for trouble (trouble)
It’s in every single headline
You got trouble, ah
I can’t believe it
You want trouble (trouble)?
You’re gonna wind up getting everybody killed
Where there’s trouble (trouble)
It starts with a T and rhymes with rubble
I don’t like your tiny thinking, I won’t fight your stinking wars
You start something this time and we’re all gonna have a fight
Go figure it out on your own
And it’s all in the name of democracy,
And it’s all in the name of the states (ay, ay, ay)
Maybe your mammy says baby you’re cool
You know it all comes out the same
You might just be, oh, insane
Just keep looking for trouble (trouble)
And then you bring out the big guns
I can’t believe it!
You’re gonna wind up getting everybody killed
Where there’s trouble (trouble)
It starts with a T and it rhymes with rubble
(bridge)
Trouble (trouble)
It’s in every single nation
We got trouble (trouble) ah
I can’t believe it
You want trouble (trouble)?
You’re gonna wind up getting everybody killed
Where there’s trouble (trouble), yeah!
It starts with a T and rhymes with rubble
Real big trouble (trouble)
We got trouble (trouble)
In the cities (trouble)
and a backstage pass to Motley Crue!
2 radios
3 bottles of Jack
4 cases of Bud
Judges rule you!
6 rubber chickens
7 rats a running
8 maidens willing
9 sisters twisting
10 roadies loading
11 groupies groping
12 million watts
Alternate Lyrics:
and a backstage pass to Motley Crue!
2 stereos
3 bottles of Jack
4 cases of Bud
Judges rule yule
6 rubber chickens
7 rats a running
8 groupies groping
9 roadies loading
10 drummers drumming
11 rolls of duct tape
12 million watts
Wakin’ up when the party’s over
Can’t get a drink ’cause nobody loves ya
They can’t forget ya ’cause they never bet ya
If they met ya they soon forget ya
Wakin’ up when the party’s over
Plenty of makeup and plenty of smiles
Then an officer takes your bottle
Play around with all your friends
Pray that it’s free ’til the end
When the money runs out
Put on your make up and be on weight watch
All the way from Nearsay to Bossa Nova
Money runs with a life of friends
The money runs free ’til then end
Then the money runs out
Wakin’ up when the party’s over
You think you drink ’cause nobody likes you
You do it yourself, don’t touch a thing
You press your hair
Then your woman says it takes a while
Audio makeup and video football
You don’t take a little bit you take it all
The money runs out with all your friends
The money runs free ’til the end
Take the money…
Space Ghost owes…I’m cashin’ in my chips
All hands on deck, we’re goin’ down with the ship
Davey Jones’s locker, Bermuda isosceles
Crashin’ on the shore, and at the bottom of the sea
Can this be true? We won’t pull through
It seems so odd, to be an act of God
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
The evidence is clear, the devil’s at work here
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
Sleepin’ with the fishes, oh childbirth Libertine
I won’t die in a car crash or from a terrible disease
Can this be true? We won’t pull through
It seems so odd, to be an act of God
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
The evidence is clear, the devil’s at work here
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
Fishes…
(bridge)
Voice without a cause says…what a romantic death
I don’t want to swim no more I want my mom’s caress
Davey Jones’s locker, Bermuda isosceles
Crashin’ on the shore, and at the bottom of the sea
Can this be true? We won’t pull through
It seems so odd, to be an act of God
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
The evidence is clear, the devil’s at work here
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
It seems so odd, to be an act of God
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
Yo, ho! Yo, ho!
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All songs (c) 1983-1988 This Music (BMI)
unless otherwise noted
Credits:
Lyrics to the songs Hoods A Go Go, Suicide Blues, I Got A Job,
IRS, Moon River, King Of England and Fag Song taken from the album
"I Got A Job" SF1183 on Straight-Face Records, Box 324,
Newark, DE 19715-0342
Lyrics to the songs Be Careful Tonight, Casio Selctor, Only One,
Trouble, Poem and Let's Pretend taken from the album "Be Careful Tonight"
SF1284 on Straight-Face Records, Box 324, Newark, DE 19715-0342
Complete list of songs known to have been
performed by Beru Revue, its members and
related artists and/or bands
Alive (Diggs)
Anymore
Are You Coming Home? (sung by Greg Davis)
Ballad of Eddie van Hamster (performed by Greg Davis)
Bat
Be Careful Tonight **
Beat - The PTA Was Meeting
Beg
Beru International
Bwaah - Real Rock 'n Roll
Casio Selector (a/k/a Casio) **
Crazy
Diggs (Alive)
Doors Medley
Don't It Feel Right
Don't You Love the Poor?
Extreme Unxion
Fag Song *
Funk - Buzz Barkley! One! Two! Three! Four!
Get Me High (performed by the Angry Young Judges)
Gloria (written by Van Morrison)
Go
Happy Birthday to You (traditional)
Heart
He's At It Again (written by Kenn Kweder)
Honey
Hoods A-Go-Go *
Hungry Dude
Hurt Me for Jesus
I Got a Job *
I Got No Shame
IRS *
I Wanna Play A Little Music
In the Dark
It's Not My Fault
Johnny Sacks
Just
King of England *
Let's Pretend (co-written by and sung by Jerry Healy) **
Lighting Up for One More Time
Lightning Child
Little Greek Stars
Love Me
Mom - Some of My Clothes
Mona Lisa
Money Changes Everything (written by Tom Gray)
Monopoly
Moon River (written by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer, sung by Jerry Healy) *
Nice
Oliver Twist
Only One (sung by Jerry Healy) **
One of Us (performed by Angry Young Judges)
Out There
Papal SWAT Teams
Paradise (sung by Jerry Healy)
Piggy
The Poem **
Pretty Song - Please Don't Go Away
Remember
Run
Say
School
Shaken
Suicide Blues *
Summer Sun
Summertime Blues
Swing
Time
Tired
Trains Are Cool
Trouble (written by Tonio K.) **
Tux-2-5
Twelve Days of Christmas (traditional, performed by the Angry Young Judges)
Wakin' Up When The Party's Over (performed by the Angry Young Judges)
We Wish You a Merry Christmas (traditional)
White Christmas (sung by Jerry Healy)
Women Can Fly
Yo Ho
You Are My Sunshine
* From the Album "I Got a Job"
** From the album "Be Careful Tonight"
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